The braes of Strathblane, song

Jimmy Houten, singing in English
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Lyrics

In the old town of Thruock one evening in June
Where the woods and the daisies and meadows in bloom
I spied a wee lassie at the foot of yon lane
She was bleaching her knickers on the braes of Strathblayne.

I stepped up to her I asked her address
Are you bleaching your linen my charming wee lass
It is twelve months or better I had it in mind
That we should get married if you would so incline.

To marry to marry kind sir I’m too young
And all of you young men have a flattering tongue
My Mammy and Daddy right angry would be
If I would go marry a rover like thee.

Consent my wee lassie and do not say no
For you don’t know the pain love that I under go
The clouds they look weighty I’m afraid we’ll get rain
But I must court some other on the braes of Strathblayne.

But since you consented it is now after time
The last words you’ve spoken I have changed my mind
The cloud they look weighty I’m afraid we’ll get rain
And I will court some other on the braes of Strathblayne.